Temptation: a billionaire erotic romance (13 page)

“Thank … thank you, S-sir,” she gasped.

“Beg me to cum in you,” he commanded, his pounding picking up speed.  “Tell me what a little cumslut you are.”

“I’m a slut,” she said, barely able to hold herself up anymore.  “I’m a whore you needs you to use me.  I need you to cum in me, Sir, I need you to hurt me like I deserve.”

Val’s hips bucked against her as he came.  His fingers dug into her hips, leaving such sharp marks Serena was sure they would be bruised for weeks.  He came inside her, rocking her almost as hard as her own orgasm.

When he pulled out, she was almost completely worn, barely able to hold herself up.

Val returned to her front, holding his cock in his hand.  “Clean me off, Serena,” he ordered, unlocking her front restraints so that she could lift herself up. She rubbed her red wrists, her innocent eyes looking up at him.

“Make sure you suck it all off,” he ordered, “or there will be an even bigger punishment for you later.”

Serena eagerly leaned forward, cleaning him with her tongue.  His cock tasted salty and warm, some of her juices still clinging to it with the cum.  He leaned forward to allow her to take him completely in her mouth.  She sucked him like a lollipop until there was not a drop left on him.

“Good,” he said in a rough voice.  He tucked his cock back into his trousers.  “Maybe if you keep being so good, I’ll reward you with a nice fucking later.  Would you like that, Serena?”

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned, still recovering from the last one.

They may have kept on as well, if it wasn’t for the dull sound of something huge in the garden.  Val’s glazed eyes immediately disappeared, replaced by alert, sharp ones.

Val rushed to the window, ripping away the heavy curtains so that he could see into the garden.  The sounds of screams and rushing crowds greeted them, and Serena was snapped out of her post-fucked reverie.  Her head snapped up.

“Fuck,” said Val. 

Serena was about to ask what had happened, but she was immediately answered when the second explosion tore through the garden with a burst of light and a boom.  The mansion erupted into screams, shaking to its foundation, and for a moment, Serena could only think one thing:

It’s happening.

*****

“Shit!” Val cried, throwing the curtains shut.  “Shit, shit, shit.”  He ran to the wardrobe and tore it open, throwing out clothing and toys as he dug through it.  Serena watched with wide eyes, scrambling up and pulling at the foot restraints.

“Val, what is it?” she cried, no longer bothering with the Sirs or submission.  Something more important was happening, and she was sure she knew what it was.  How could she have been so stupid, letting Val seduce her when she knew something must have been going on?  God, she shouldn’t have let Jacques convince her to keep silent.  Who knows what was happening now thanks to her thoughtlessness?

Val tore out a drawer, grabbing from inside it a key.  He tossed it at Serena.  “Unlock yourself and find Ellen.  Go to the bunker, she’ll know where it is.  And do not follow me!”

Val ran out the room, leaving Serena alone on her place on the floor.  She stared after him, disbelieving.  Then she threw her hands up in frustration and slammed a fist to the floor.

Val really thought she was going to just run off and stay put like a good little girl?  After she had spent the entire night trying to warn him?  Really?

Well fuck that
, she thought.

Serena grabbed the key from where it lay on the floor beside her and began unlocking the restraints.  The yells and sounds of chaos from outside were growing louder, and every moment her heart was beating faster.  She released her first leg, desperately working the lock with the key and her trembling fingers.  The second was harder.  Her shaking fingers fumbled with the lock, unable to release it, keeping her fixed to the floor.

“Oh for God’s sake,” she screeched, jerking at it as if she could rip it from the floor.  The cries were getting louder.  Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.  She pulled at the restraints again, shoving the key into the lock.  After a few moments of struggle, she finally heard the click, and the restraints released.

She fell back onto her ass and threw her arms back to catch herself.  She caught her breath.  Thank God.

Another loud crash woke her from her momentary rest, and Serena looked to the open door, where she could already hear thunderous steps coming towards her.  She threw herself up, grabbing the bedpost for support, and ran to the wardrobe.  A delicate cotton day dress was at the bottom, and she threw it on as fast as she could, every moment more urgent than the last.

She turned to the mirror, glancing over her now dressed reflection, making sure she was decent.  The last thing she needed to do was run into a panicked crowd in lingerie.  She dug through the drawers of the vanity, searching for the phone.  She checked that it was still working, then slipped it into her bra for safekeeping.  She glanced one more time into the mirror to make sure she was ready to force her way into the crowd.

Val.  She had to find Val.

“Ms. Nicoletti?”

Serena turned to the open door to see a frazzled, hectic Ellen gripping the doorknob. 

“Ellen,” she breathed, her heart racing.  “Ellen, please, I don’t understand.  What happened?”

“No time,” she said, storming in.  She grabbed Serena by the wrist and began dragging her out the door, as strong and unstoppable as a hurricane.  Serena turned red as Ellen hurried her away, realizing how ridiculous she must look, out of sorts because of her inability to open a simple restraint lock.  The shade of red grew deeper as she realized how she must have seemed, restrained to the floor of a BDSM themed bedroom. 

Ellen didn’t seem to mind, though, completely mentally away from the room and fixed on the emergency at hand.

 “We need to get you somewhere safe,” she said, leading her with thunderous footsteps down the hallway.  “God, I should have known this would have happened.  I should have known something would happen with them here.  And yet Val doesn’t listen, he never listens.  He should have known with them here!”

“Who?”

“Val’s two
associates
,” she spat.

“You mean Spencer and Edwards?”

Ellen paused, looking back at her incredulously.  She momentarily paused her march down the hallway, causing Serena to stumble from the abrupt stop. 

“You know them?  He’s told you about them?”

“Yes, of course,” said Serena, “they were at the dinner, don’t you remember?  The dinner where—”  She immediately cut herself off, a moment away from saying ‘the dinner where Val used the vibrator on me.’  “The dinner where they said something about Harlow.  They threatened Val.”

“Oh, I remember,” she sneered.  She began her march again, her steps faster, now powered by some new hatred.  The loving, sweet Ellen she had known for the last few weeks had disappeared, replaced by a furious, unstoppable force of nature.  “God, how I hate having them here.  And now …
this
.  They threatened him at that dinner, and he didn’t pay attention because he’s stupid, arrogant Valentine.”

“You know about them, then?” Serena asked as Ellen paused to unlock a new door, this one hidden in the wall. 

It seemed like another wallpapered panel, but Ellen flipped open a hidden compartment in the corner.  It pulled away to reveal a key hole perfectly matching one of the bronze keys on Ellen’s ring. 

Serena’s eyes widened.  She wondered how many other secrets the mansion held.

 It was almost as enigmatic as Val.

“Of course I know about them,” Ellen sighed, unlocking the secret door.  “I’ve known Valentine since he was a little boy.  I was his nanny, you know.  I know everything that’s happened to him, and I know this time he’s gotten himself into a world of trouble.  This is something he can’t talk himself out of.”

Ellen frowned. 

“And that terrifies me,” she confessed.

Ellen had begun to lead them down a hallway that led deep into the mansion, and Serena realized it must have been the passageway to the safe room. 

The door slammed behind them, leaving them in only the flickering lights of the hall.  Serena heard a scream behind her and knew she only had a few moments left before she was locked in the safe room with no way out, no way to see Val.

“Where’s Val?” she demanded.  “Ellen, I have to know.”

She tried to jerk her hand away from Ellen’s grip, but Ellen was stronger than she looked, and she barely managed to move an inch.  Ellen kept towing her down the hall, her eyes fixed on a large metal door at the end that loomed over them.

“Is he safe, Ellen?”

“That’s not what matters,” Ellen stammered, dragging her to the door.  She began to unlock it with shaky fingers, shaking her head furiously.  “What matters is getting you safe….  If Valentine

“Because can’t afford to lose you!” she said, jerking Serena’s arm to her in one last attempt to drag her in.  Serena pulled away, her heart pulsing in her ears, the sense that she was close to something big unavoidable.

“But why, Ellen?”

 “Because you’re just like the last one!” Ellen cried, her hands trembling as she tried to pull Serena into the room.

Serena’s mind was buzzing.

“What do you mean?” she breathed.

Ellen’s eyes widened as she realized what she had said.

“Ignore me,” Ellen said.  “Ignore me and get in the room.”

“What do you mean, ‘the last one?’  Ellen, please.”

“I said ignore me!”

Serena jerked her hand away so forcefully that Ellen stopped in her tracks, her eyes growing wide.

“How can I trust you if you don’t tell me anything?”  Serena said, her eyes wild.  “God, bombs are going off and Val is in danger and then you drop this on me?  Ellen, please, you have to tell me what you mean, I don’t understand.”

Ellen groaned in frustration and clutched her hair, the previously perfectly pinned curls now in disarray. 

“I’ll tell you if you come with me,” Ellen said, “but only if you come with me.  This is your last chance.”

Serena hesitated.  Could she trust her?  Did she have time?  Did any of these even make sense?

She shook away those thoughts, then nodded her head.  Of course she could trust Ellen.  Ellen was Ellen.

She walked into the room, and Ellen followed, breathing a sigh of relief.  Ellen began to close the door, but Serena caught her hand.

“Please,” Serena said.  “Leave it open, at least a little.  In case Val needs to come in.”

Ellen hesitated, but then she nodded.  She left it open a small crack, just enough for a person to slip in at the last moment.  It settled Serena, at least for just a moment.

“What do you mean?” she asked, her voice softer now.  “What do you mean by the last one?”

Ellen squeezed the bridge of her nose.  “I really shouldn’t have said anything.”

“But you did.  And you promised.”

Ellen sighed.  “Alright, sit down.”

Serena obeyed, sitting herself down on a sleek black chair that was one of the few pieces of furniture in the great safe room.  Ellen crossed her arms, peering out the crack in the door.

“The last one,” Ellen said, her voice softer now.  “She was a girl about your age—looked like you too.  Very pretty.  Five years ago, she worked for Val during his first business, back when he and Jacques first met.”

The criminal business
, Serena added silently in her mind.  She should have known that any major secrets of Val’s would have been from his criminal past.

“Val had feelings for this girl—what kind of feelings, I’m not sure, but they were there.  And this girl, somehow, she got herself into a great deal of trouble.  But it wasn’t
her
that got in trouble, not really.  The men after her knew that wouldn’t hurt her and Val as much as they wanted.”

“The men who were after her?”

Ellen frowned.  “Harlow and his men.”

“Ah.”

“And so they did something better: they kidnapped her brother.”

Serena froze.  “What?”

Ellen didn’t seem to understand the gravity of what she had just said, her eyes still peering out the door.  “I said they kidnapped her brother, pay attention.  And so Val, being the valiant idiot he is, tried to save the brother.”

“And then what happened?”

Ellen crossed her arms over her chest, glancing down.  “Val tried to help the girl, and Harlow didn’t like that.  Harlow killed the brother, and then he killed the girl.”

Serena was silent.  She wasn’t sure she understood completely what she had just been told, but she knew it was important, and she knew she had to ask Val about it.

Wait, Val. 
Val
. 

She had to find him, he could be in danger.  Where was he?  Why hadn’t he made it to the safe room yet?

Suddenly, the sound of a massive explosion hit, this one shaking the mansion by its very foundation. 

Serena’s eyes widened and her legs began trembling, the explosion shaking her to her core as much as it did the mansion.  Val.  God, how could she have forgotten?  Val was still out there, and now he meant even more to her than he ever had.

She needed to save him so she could get answers, answers about this whole crazy situation and about the other woman.  But more than that, she realized, she needed to rescue him because she couldn’t survive without him.  Val consumed her.  The idea of Val being hurt shook her harder than the explosions.